All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slippered pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

when we were small we did have little fights with our siblings and some friends and of course we could quickly patched things up. But, now at this stage in my life or maybe your life too, it is sad to have realized that some things have not really changed much even if we have improved ourselves, we know that we are not in control of other people's feelings this is why, we still see troubles and problems everywhere.

hi all friends: i think this poem is very good...it shows many pictures and express many things....it represents the life with all its stages....babyhood, childhood, boyhood, manhood, and so on. is it written by : William Shakespeare???

Dear Shake, You couldn't find the best moment for asking me this question. I enjoy the best of my country. I spent a long, long weekend at the seaside.Good Italian food, wine, soft as milk, sun and sea.In two words, a paradise:).Italy is the best place of the world where spending our holidays. In few hours you can pass from the mountains to a lake or to the sea.There's only a thing I hated in these day: jellyfish! Don't ask me to write about politics or economy, I am not on the right mood. Maybe in another moment. Wish you all the best:)

hi friend...thnx 4 the expalanation...and i won't ask u about politics or economy at least in this moment koz u of ur mood...any way u made me like to visit this paradise...how is it in winter? is it cold or warm?? how is it in summer hot or warm??....

Italy is beautiful in every season and in every season you can go to swim or to ski.In the North, weather is cold in winter. In summer it is warm, especially in the mountains where it's rarely hot.In the south people grow oranges and you can swim all year long. Thanks to its climate in Italy you can always find many varieties of fresh vegetables and fruits.Culture and monuments make you breath the history of this wonderful country.Ciao.

hi ...i'm so sorry but trust me i ddn't mean to disturb u or any one here....and i ddnt ask ur hand...really i just meant that it'll be so nice if u show me ur city...any way...plz 4give me u and all my friends here in this lovely club...have nice moments